Concluding. Some hours and yet seasons ahead, the first really warm day of the year and now but a remainder of this early glimpse of summer is resting on the sleepy village. Most of the lights fled a while ago, bats became unnoticeable in the soft darkness, no motion spotted by the naked eye, wrapped in deep silence until at some point things turn more conscious and one becomes aware of all the tiny sounds and noises between here and the hills. Distant city, week filed, slowing down. Have a soft night wherever you are.

Finally: Concluding this day. Heading on heading home, still surrounded by the chatter and the flows of conversation, keeping some close while knowing others will still fly and float around, unhandled yet memorized. Narrow roads through forests, headlights touching arcane structures that seem to hide all sort of fantasy creatures but only after dusk. Opening, closing doors. A quiet house. A quiet night above the roofs. A gratitude. And a lot  of images to sift through somehow, while resting. Or instead of. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

Late evening early night somewhere off routine again or still. Machines running at half speed. Unexpected responses, sync restarted. Not sure. Filters adjusted, not making much sense of some incoming messages right now but maybe it's just a lack of context. Letting go of hours that had sun and snow and always went with the storm. A dream, but just as a different kind of movie presented to the same perception. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.